“Yo,” I said, walking into my dorm. “You going to that frat party, tonight?”
Rick, my roommate, was sitting in his chair, showcasing his guns in a sleeveless top. He looked up at me, and shook his head, sighing.
“Can’t. Gotta finish this paper by midnight.”
Right. The English paper he’d been moaning about for weeks now. Course the meathead had waited till the last moment to actually start doing it.
“Good luck,” I grinned at the sulking jock. “I heard the entire women’s volleyball team is gonna be at that party. Maybe if you hurry, you’ll get a chance to see ‘em.”
Rick frowned, and sighed again. We both knew there was no way in hell he was gonna be able to go to that party, tonight. There was a good chance he wasn’t even gonna get that paper done at all, no matter how hard he worked. Academics weren’t exactly my roomie’s strong suit.
I went to grab some stuff from my desk, and checked my phone. Rick let out another sigh.
“Actually, dude… eh, I-I was hoping you could help me…” he muttered.
I turned around, and saw his cute face turning red. “Oh?”
“Y-yeah… I know you’re real good at all that book stuff, y’know… and I really can’t screw up this grade. Coach said they’re gonna kick me off the team, if I fail.”
I didn’t even bother to hide my amusement. There was just something very satisfying about this dumb, beefed up jock, desperately needing a scrawny guy like me to help him out. If I didn’t help, he was sure to fail, and would lose his spot on the team. In a way, it felt like I was now in control of his big football dreams.
“You know I’m always happy to help you out, Ricky,” I snickered. “But not without getting something back in return.”
The stud’s cheeks got even redder, and he lowered his gaze to the floor. I couldn’t keep my eyes off those huge fucking arms of his.
“I-I got cash, this time,” Rick tried.
I scoffed, and walked up to him. “I don’t need your money.”
I put a hand on his shoulder, and started to feel up those bulging muscles. The jock weakly shook his head. “C’mon, dude,” he mumbled, shifting awkwardly in his chair. “Just help me out. I don’t know who else I can ask.”
“Like I said, for a price, I’ll help you,” I grinned, rubbing up his delts. “And you know exactly what my prices are.”
“No. I-I… I can’t do that shit again. I ain’t a fag.”
I shrugged. “Fine by me. Have fun trying to write that paper all by yourself.”
I gave his traps one good last squeeze, then walked back to my own bed, uninterested. Rick said nothing. I knew he was fighting himself on the inside, struggling with the few brain cells he did have. What was more important? Keeping his dignity intact, or his future football career?
Was he really gonna let his pervy roommate treat him like this, just to stay on the team?
Of course, I already knew the answer.
I heard him move behind me, and when I turned back around, the corners of my mouth curled up. Rick had taken off his shirt. The jock sat there in all his shirtless glory, blushing like never before, frustrated and embarrassed. His sculpted torso on display for me alone. He refused to look at me, and kept his mouth shut - but the message was loud and clear.
He needed my help, and he would do anything to get it.
“Smart boy,” I chuckled, walking back to him. I grabbed a handful of his tit, and started working his chest with vigor. Rick’s pecs had always been my favorite.
The stud was fuming silently in my hands, clenching his fists as he felt my fingers digging in his flesh. I could tell how much he hated me for doing this, manipulating him into being my bitch once more. He had sworn never to do this again, after last time.
But here we were again.
I placed my other hand on his face, and brought a finger to his mouth.
“Open,” I ordered. The jock stubbornly refused.
I slapped him, hard. My hand crashed into his face, sharp and sudden, and he winced in pain. The sound echoed through the room, and I left a nice print on his reddened cheek.
“Open,” I repeated myself. Reluctantly, Rick let my fingers glide past his lips, and I told him to suck. There’s nothing better than having a straight, 230-pound college athlete sucking on your fingers, just because you told him to.
Well, I could think of something better, of course. But that would come later.
“Right, it’s almost 9pm, now,” I said, while the embarrassed hunk used his tongue on my fingers. “I reckon I can turn your piece of crap into a prize-worthy paper before 11. While I’m working, you’re gonna use that slutty mouth of yours to keep me satisfied. Deal?”
Rick nodded weakly. Not like he had much of a choice, anyway.
I grabbed his neck, and threw the shirtless stud to the floor. The sight and smell of those beautiful muscles had gotten me all horned up.
“Strip,” I ordered, while I undid my own belt. “And better make it quick. Every second you’re loitering is a second less spent on your precious paper.”
With a head like a tomato, poor Ricky started taking off his sweats and socks, revealing those thick trunks of legs I knew and loved so well. His body was perfect, bulging with strength and virility in all the right places, a prime example of a young college stud. He was the embodiment of all the football jocks I’d fetishized over the years, lying here at my feet, half-naked and red with shame.
“Boxers too, big boy,” I said. Rick looked like he could burst into tears.
Reluctantly, he pulled his sweaty underwear down his legs. There it was. I’d seen it before, of course, but it was still a wonder to behold. A cock shaped by the gods.
I told him to start playing with himself, and the big jock enclosed a hand around his meaty tool. I’d secretly watched him many a time, jerking off in bed at night, but this was infinitely better than that. He lay before me like a proper whore, humiliated but obedient, tugging at his huge dick until it stood proudly engorged upon his groin.
“Very nice,” I chuckled. “Now, let’s get to work. You, under the desk, where you belong.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Rick muttered automatically. As soon as he realized what he’d said, his head got even redder, and he silently cursed himself.
“Would you look at that!” I laughed, “The bitch remembers, huh?”
The jock refused to look at me, but I saw the bitter shame in his puppy eyes. Of course he remembered. There was no way he could ever forget about the things I’d done to him, the things I’d forced him to do.
Rick crawled under the desk like a bad dog, and I sat down in the chair. I heard him bump his head, then his elbow - all of those 230 pounds of beef barely fit under there.
But the poor stud couldn’t complain. While I opened his laptop to start the work, he awkwardly positioned himself with his head between my thighs.
I felt his tongue on my boner, and sighed with pleasure. Like a good, obedient bitch-boy, my hunky roommate started giving me head.
Rick knew exactly what was expected of him; he wasn’t here to get me off, not yet, at least. While I worked on his paper, he was just there to bathe my cock in his mouth, to keep me hard for the next couple hours. He was there to kiss my thighs, lick my balls, and taste my precum. Just some fun, before the real show later on.
It was a little distracting for me, of course, but that didn’t matter. Even with half my attention, I’d turn his piece of crap paper into something more than decent. Besides, if I’d give it all my focus, the teacher would immediately recognize this as someone else’s handiwork.
While the minutes ticked away, we sat there like that.
Nothing but the sound of my typing, mixed with the sloppy noises that rose from under the desk. Me and my jock, both doing what we did best.
To be fair, it did take longer than expected. There was a lot still missing from his draft, which I had to look up and quote properly. By the time I’d gotten about halfway, the clock read 10:30pm already.
Rick must’ve noticed I’d stopped typing for a moment, and he shifted in his spot.
“W-what time is it?” he stammered.
“Shut up and keep sucking,” I snarled. With my knee, I kicked his head into the table, and he groaned aloud in pain. “I have to deal with the work of a Neanderthal, here. We’re certainly not going to that party anymore.”
“But it has to be done by midnight-“ he mumbled, before my knee cut him off.
“I know that, meathead. I’ll get it done. But you’re gonna be paying me back all night, for this. Understood?”
When he didn’t respond quick enough, I kicked his head a third time.
“Y-yes,” he growled, “Yes, sir.”
It ended up being 11:54pm, when I finally finished that damn paper.
By the time I uploaded the document and clicked send, I was tired and moody, annoyed by this elaborate fucking piece of work I’d been forced to type out. Even without the distraction of Ricky’s tongue on my cock, it would’ve been a hellish job to do within 3 hours.
But I’d done it, nonetheless. And now I had someone to take my frustration out on.
I wheeled out from under the desk, and told the jock to kneel before me.
Rick was clearly relieved to finally be allowed to move. I could imagine how tired and sore his mouth must be, after almost three hours of work; how painful his muscles and joints after all that time in a cramped space. The both of us were spent.
But my cock was still hard - and when I looked at his nether-region, it appeared I wasn’t the only one excited for what would come next.
“You’ll stay on the team,” I said. “For now, anyway. Won’t be an A+, but it’ll get you a pass.”
“T-thanks, dude,” he stammered, already gleaming slightly with sweat. Now that I could have a good look of his naked body again, I felt the burning sensation of lust returning. My roommate really was stunning.
“Now, for your payment,” I grinned, swaying my boner around in my hand. “I think it’s time you really start giving me some of that brainless jock head. Let’s see if you’ve gotten any better, since last time.”
So he crawled forward, and brought his face between my thighs once more. God, if those jock friends of his could see him like this… naked, on the floor, ready to serve his scrawny roommate’s cock… I bet he would only be used as the team’s new bitch, too pathetic to ever deserve another second on the field. I bet even his dear Coach would fuck his face.
Rick placed a tentative hand on my shaft, and brought the head between his precum-glazed lips. Inch by inch, my dick disappeared into his mouth.
Now, mine hadn’t the girth of Ricky’s own monster tool - but it certainly wasn’t small. He got about half-way when he gagged slightly, then quickly pulled back. He threw his eyes up at me, and I slapped his face.
“All the way down, bitch,” I said. “I’m sure you remember.”
The stud tried again, and again. He got a little further, but nowhere near the base of my cock. He used his tongue, just like I taught him to, and sent the most wonderful feelings through my crotch - but deep-throating was still not his strong suit.
“I c-can’t,” he panted, when he pulled back again. “It’s too big.”
I sighed, grabbed his head, and rammed my cock all the way down his throat without a sliver of mercy. I buried his nose in my pubes and held him there, spasming slightly, trying to fight his gag-reflex.
“There, that’s it,” I said. “All the way down. That’s what a good cocksucker like you should do.”
The jock twitched in my hands, heaving violently. I felt him trying to get away, trying to escape from his forceful reflexes, but I simply dug my fingers in his skull and started to fuck his face. Ramming my boner all the way in and out of his throat, feeding him my entire manhood. I could tell he was trying his best to take it, the poor thing. But with every thrust he gagged again, and his body became more and more desperate for air.
Finally, the stud managed to break free.
He fell back onto the floor, coughing and panting like a maniac, red-faced and slobbering. My big muscle boy, used and abused like a dirty little slut.
I laughed at the sight, and got up from the chair.
“You clearly still need some practice, big boy,” I scoffed, “Luckily for you, there’s another hole o’yours that might be able to pay off your debt.”
His watery puppy eyes were filled with pain and self-loathing, but Rick knew what was expected of him. When he’d recovered slightly, he got to his hands and knees, his big meat still swaying between his legs. I squatted down, and slapped those juicy glutes.
I spat on his crack, and pressed a finger into his ass. He was tight as ever, taut as a perfectly untouched, virgin cunt - or so you would think. Ricky was a lot of things, but he certainly wasn’t a virgin. I’d taken care of that long ago.
“S-shit…” he groaned, when I added another finger. Getting loosened back up was always the part he dreaded the most. Having his recovered cunt pried open again, stretched without remorse. It was painful and embarrassing. He knew that what was coming would be a whole lot bigger, too.
After a third finger helped open that tight hole up, I decided he was loose enough. I buried my fingers in his hips, positioned myself behind him, and let him feel the size my dick, pressed against his pink entrance. He was already breathing heavy, the slut. I knew it’d been a while since he’d been fucked.
“Ready, Ricky? Want me to breed your pussy?” I grinned, stroking his muscular backside.
His head hung in defeat, burning with shame, and his eyes were closed. The collegiate athlete knew all too well there was only one correct answer here.
“Y-yes, sir,” he mumbled.
Such a good boy.
I pushed the first few inches inside of him, and a wonderfully pained moaning rose from my beefcake bitch. Hopefully for him, the rest of our dorm had gone off to that party - anyone who stayed behind and heard this would’ve thought a cow was being butchered.
“F-fuck, dude, go slow, go slow!” Rick groaned, shaking with exertion.
I laughed, tightened my grip on his loins, and slammed all the way inside.
The howl that followed made the hairs rise on my neck. Anyone in a fifty-mile radius would’ve heard this.
“Tone it down, idiot,” I growled, feeling his tight ass milking my cock. I grabbed his sweaty pair of boxers from next to me, yanked his head back up, and stuffed it into his mouth.
“Last thing we need is some supervisor coming in to check on us.”
“ANH- AH- P-PHFFUCKK!!!” Rick moaned into his gag. He was leaning on his forearms, shuddering with every thrust, visibly suffering as I plowed a way into him. I couldn’t blame him, really. Imagine a wound, having slowly healed for weeks and weeks, only to be torn open again with relentless violence. The poor jock was in a world of pain.
“S-sfhop!! P-phfleash- I-I can’t-”
“Shut up. It’ll get better,” I said, fucking him with full force. “The more you fight it, the more it’s gonna hurt. Just give up and surrender.”
My roommate was sobbing, at this point. Big Fucking Man on Campus, crying and softly shaking his head as his bubble butt was pounded into another dimension. Naked on the floor like a little fucking whore. All of those muscles did nothing for him now - nothing but further fuel the flames of lust inside of me.
I fucked him like that for a good fifteen minutes or so, brutally slamming my cock in and out of his cunt. My hips were slamming into those perfectly rounded cheeks, making them bounce and quiver like Jell-O. All he could do was moan and cry as I split his asshole open.
The longer I was inside of him, the harder I wanted to fuck my bitch.
At some point, I pushed him flat onto the floor, climbed on top of him, and started to pound the muscular slab of beef with all I had. The feeling of his bulging muscles, all that beautiful body, shuddering underneath me - it was all too much to handle.
I pushed his face against the floor, and drove my rod into him as far as it could go. With a loud, confident roar, I bred my jockslut’s ass.
I held him there until I’d pumped every last drop of sperm into him. All my seed was going into my bitch’s cunt, ready to impregnate his nonexistent womb. He was nothing but a glorified cum-dump, nice to look at but really only meant to be fucked. With my load, I marked his virile body as mine, and mine alone.
Finally, I pulled out of him, and sat at the end of my bed with a content sigh.
Rick just lay there, crying like a little girl. Curled up like a fucking insect with his own underwear between his lips. A straight hero, yanked from his throne and tossed into the darkest pits of hell.
“Stop weeping,” I scoffed, nudging him with my foot. “Here, come clean this up. We ain’t done yet.”
Slowly, the 230-pound college athlete lifted himself up. Cum was seeping down his thighs, and his muscular physique gleamed with sweat and tears. To my amusement, I saw his prized abs covered in a layer of thick, goopy white. Despite all that whining, the bitch had creamed himself as I fucked his ass.
Rick crawled toward me, took his boxers from his mouth, and brought his face to my crotch once more. With his tongue, the jock started licking his own ass off my cock. He couldn’t look at me, couldn’t bear to look me in the eyes, just kept his head down and did as he was told. I chuckled at the sight, and ruffled his buzz-cut hair.
“Oh, Ricky,” I grinned, quickly growing hard again. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You have the best ass in the whole goddamned world.”
“T-thank you, s-sir,” the beefcake stammered.
He continued until my dick was glistening with his spit, clean as could get, and I slapped it against his pretty face a couple times.
“Ready for round two?”
He looked so wonderfully hopeless, so perfectly distraught. Even though he normally towered over me, had arms and legs that were thicker than my head, and rocked a manhood of which even Zeus would be jealous, Rick was one of the weakest, most submissive fags I’d ever encountered.
From the moment I had walked into our dorm room, it had been more than clear which one was the boss, and which one the bitch.
Even though he had tried for years to hide it behind all those layers of muscle, all that football and hyper-masculinity, I had seen through him like he was made of glass. This was a bitch, born and bred. A stunning, hunky bitch.
And since he was my roommate, I was the one to claim him.
“P-please, sir… my a-ass hurts so much…” the jock muttered, as I pushed him on his back. I lifted those strong legs, his knees to his head, and placed my cock against his cum-soaked entrance again.
“Sorry, Ricky. You know the deal,” I said. “I helped you stay on the team, and you’re gonna help me get off until my balls are dry as a bone. As for now, I’m afraid they’re still full to the brim, and ready for release.”
I pushed back into him, and his moaning started anew.
In and out, in and out. My rod disappeared all the way into his thick ass, pulled all the way back out, only to slam back into his lubed-up hole. I was stuck in pure fucking heaven.
This time, I was focussing on his pleasure, too. I rammed into his prostate, again and again, sending visible waves of ecstasy through the muscular young hunk. His body was my toy. His fingers clung to the carpet as I pounded his boycunt, his pecs jiggling to the rhythm of my cock, his ass milking my rod. He was mine, and he knew it.
“Eyes up here, big boy,” I grinned, lifting his chin. I stared right into the face of a slut, high on pain and pleasure, cheeks burning red and his mouth fallen open. This was what he’d been created for. This was his true purpose.
“You like that, huh?”
“Nnngh- y-yes, sir…” Ricky moaned, sputtering with every thrust. “P-please f-fuckk my p-pussy, sirr… ohh- f-fuuuckk…”
I laughed, and decided to humor my obedient bitch. With a few more well-aimed jabs at that sweet spot inside him, I easily made my roommate spray a big load all over himself. He moaned and gasped like a perfect whore, coating that ripped torso in gobs and gobs of grade-A semen, bucking his hips into mine.
A beautiful fountain of sperm.
It wasn’t long before I ejaculated again, too. But the night was still young. The both of us were caught in a sex-driven frenzy, and there was no stopping till one of us collapsed.
For hours and hours, I fucked Rick on our bedroom floor, making him cum hands-free over and over again, drenching his perfect body in layers of spunk.
The jock let go of everything he’d ever held dear, and let me turn him into my cum-hungry slut, surrendering like he’d done countless times before.
“M-more…. f-fuuuckk - nnghh- n-need m-more cock… y-yeah…”
His moans mixed with mine, blending with the constant, sloppy sounds of my cock in his ass, and together we melted into one, seemingly endless orgasm.
“Ohhh… f-fuuuuckk!!!”
Several hours later…
“Good night, big boy,” I said, grinning at the unconscious stud at my feet.
The sun had started to come up already.
Rick was lying naked on the floor, brain-dead and fucked out, like an old sock you would find under a high school boy’s pillow. Cum was still seeping from his gaping asshole, spilling from his open mouth, dripping from his face and torso like the glaze on a cake. He was completely spent, utterly ruined, broken and used like a worthless toy.
I just let him lie there, and admired the sight. He looked more beautiful than ever.
Satisfied with the results, I took a couple pictures, wiped myself clean a little, and turned off the light before crawling back into my bed. Finally, I fell asleep.
Poor Ricky.
Tomorrow, he was gonna go back to pretending none of this ever happened.
That’s what he’d done countless times before, and that was the only way he knew how to stay sane. As long as he refused to acknowledge what had happened, he could still face himself in the mirror every day. His brain just shut out all those perverted, horrid memories as a way of self-defense. I couldn’t really blame him.
As long as he kept telling himself I was forcing him to be a fag, he believed that he really wasn’t one. The poor stud could never deal with that reality.
But I knew my roomie. I knew that deep down, under all those layers of suppression, he would remember exactly what I’d done to him, what had happened during the night.
And I knew that dumb, curious, beautiful Ricky was gonna wait with his next paper too, procrastinate until the very end, just long enough until I would be the only one able to save him.
It had happened many times before, and it would happen many, many times more.
That was our little game.
He was the beauty, and I the brains. He the bitch, I the boss.
Just the way it should be.
